There I was hammering nails again <br />into the highway <br />When Marge walked up from behind <br />'Hey benchworm...making a fort, eh? ' <br />That Marge she really <br />cooks my goose <br />It was three blind mice <br />all day long <br />thinking about honkin' <br />the juice, the old 'arooooogahh' <br />Hot as frying pan dodges, <br />wicked cornball stings fresh from <br />Ulysses S. Grant <br />then graduated decline of warm floods <br />Whittling stew bits <br />takes all kinds of time <br />So disassembly and debt <br />basically <br />prevent change <br />and cracker quackers...DUCK! <br />Thank goodness for the sane <br />and exchange<br /><br />Tailor Bell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fixing-insanity/
